“You look like you’ve been dead for an hour,” she said, fork frozen halfway to her mouth.
I forced a smile. “Thanks.”
“Kieran, what’s going on?” She leaned forward, dark eyes narrowing with concern.
My watch buzzed again. I turned my wrist and showed her the screen: 178 BPM. Then I pulled out my phone and opened the Health app. The graph looked like a continue reading …
